I tried to push him even when I feel weak. I saw the familiar lopsided smile on his lips.
“Why the hell will I be jealous?”
He shrugged, “I’m just asking.”
He tried to touch me again but I slapped his hand away.
This is crazy, why did we kiss? I don’t understand why he’s doing this to me! And my heart, why the hell do I feel this way? No, I can’t fall for this guy, I just can’t.
“I’m not jealous, why the hell will I be jealous? Over my dead body!” I said looking so pissed.
He smiled and nodded, “Your face says otherwise huh.”
I glared at him, “Can’t you just leave?!”
“Stop yelling at me, you are just wasting your energy. I won’t leave unless you go home with me.”
He stood up and started unbuttoning his long sleeves polo. My eyes grew wide, I panicked.
